Four dirty great punk tunes at breakneck speed from the Glasgow four-piece, who rattle some chunky riffs at the pathologisation of just trying to exist in a world of performative capitalism.
‘Psychosomatic’ is all thundering bass and drums as singer Honey screams into the void of despair, the howling rage hiding some nicely hooky pop and a waily guitar solo worthy of Yngwie Malmsteen. The grungy strut of ‘Doomscrolling’ takes aim at the falsity of the social media world, with some nicely sarcastic vocal fry and a chorus made to be chanted by a sweaty crowd.
The second half of the EP hints at a heavier side, with some glassy synth textures and a bit of squalling saxophone. But despite the references to jazz and dance music, ultimately this is a well-drilled and ambitious young band with a keen ear for a pop-punk hook and a ton of charisma. And that’s more than enough.
